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Chapter 44 The Wounded and the Sick

One side of the soil supports the other side of people, just like the straightforward and bold personality of the Northeast people, the wind and rain here are also neat and straightforward.

The sudden heavy rain crackled the leaves, hit the ground, and even brought up bursts of smoke.Birds returned to their nests, wild animals returned to their lairs, and after a while of noise in the woods, only the sound of rain and wind was left.

The mountain road became muddy, and the stones that could have been settled were also slippery.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't dare to dawdle any longer!" Wen Lan greeted, then turned around and stretched out her hand towards them.

The road down the mountain was not easy at all, and now it was raining again, making it even more difficult.

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to pull Wen Lan's hand, he caught a glimpse of Wang Shumei's figure from the corner of her eye, screaming and falling into the dirt.

The birds who had just found a place to hide from the rain huffed and flew up, and the shaken feathers were full of resentment towards Wang Shumei.

"You're so stupid!"

Wen Lan hurried to help Wang Shumei, and Lin Nianhe also reached out to help.

"hiss……"

As soon as Wang Shumei's right foot touched the ground, she fell back again. She shook her head with a pale face: "No, I can't move, I sprained my foot."

The rain quickly wet their clothes, Wang Shumei wiped the water from her face, looked at Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan and said, "You guys go first, I will hide under the tree for a while, wait..."

"Don't wait, go back to the cave first." Lin Nianhe was blinded by the rain, "It's raining too much, it's too dangerous to go down the mountain now."

They didn't wear professional outdoor hiking shoes. When going down the mountain in this kind of weather, the probability of falling is a bit high.

Wen Lan glanced at the road down the mountain, and nodded: "Yes, go back first, you must not be here by yourself."

After she finished speaking, she took off the pannier and stuffed it into Lin Nianhe's arms, bent down and grabbed Wang Shumei's arm, and carried her on her back.

Lin Nianhe helped support Wang Shumei, and the three of them went back to the cave.

For a moment, Lin Nianhe didn't know whether he should be thankful - fortunately he didn't go far, if he was left halfway, he really didn't know what to do.

Wen Lan wiped off the rain on her face, and said to Lin Nianhe, "Hezi, take care of her, and I'll get some firewood."

"The tree is wet, can it be used?" Lin Nianhe stopped her.

"Because it hasn't rained for too long, I can still find some."

Before Wen Lan finished speaking, she had already rushed into the rain curtain.

Wang Shumei was a little silly, and looked at Lin Nianhe with a pale face: "Xiao Lan goes out by herself, can this work?"

She gasped in pain as she spoke.

"It should be possible, I believe her."

Lin Nianhe withdrew her gaze, and didn't pretend to look for someone. She took out everything in her pannier, and took out a small bottle of medicinal wine from her "satchel bag".

Because of Wang Xixi's matter, Lin Nianhe poured many medicines into glass bottles that are common in this era, or wrapped five or six pills in small paper bags, so that there would be no suspicion when taking them.

"Come on, show me your ankle."

Lin Nianhe went to Wang Shumei with the glass bottle, and handed her a handkerchief: "Wipe your face first."

Wang Shumei was in so much pain that her face turned pale.

She didn't cry out the pain, she gritted her teeth and endured it, but said to Lin Nianhe, "I'm sorry, I have troubled you."

"What do you say?"

Lin Nianhe replied casually, and lifted Wang Shumei's trouser legs.

Her ankle was already red and swollen, and it hurt just looking at it.

Lin Nianhe clicked his tongue, no wonder Wang Shumei couldn't leave at all, this injury might take ten days and half a month.

She checked and saw that Wang Shumei's ankle was not dislocated, so she took the medicinal wine aside.

She rubbed her palms together and said, "It will hurt a little, bear with it, and don't kick me."

"I'm fine, I can bear—ah!"

Wang Shumei only felt that every pore in her body was rushing out of cold sweat, and the severe pain made her teeth tremble.

Lin Nianhe continued to rub her medicinal wine with lowered eyes as if he hadn't heard her scream.

When Wen Lan came back, she saw Wang Shumei leaning against the wall with a pale face, as if she had been beaten up.

On the side, Lin Nianhe was holding a steamed bun with white flour that he took out from somewhere, and was eating it with relish.

The firewood in her arms fell to the ground with a clatter, and Wen Lan came to Wang Shumei's side in three steps at a time.

She patted Wang Shumei's face, and asked Lin Nianhe eagerly: "Didn't Meizi hurt her foot? Why does she look like she's going to die?"

Lin Nianhe handed her a steamed bun and said vaguely, "I gave her medicine, maybe it hurt a little at that moment."

Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and saw the white-faced steamed buns, and couldn't help swallowing. She took it and whispered, "Go back and pay you back."

Lin Nianhe rolled his eyes at her, put down the half-eaten steamed buns to pick up the firewood, built a fire in the depths of the cave sheltered from the wind, and went to Wang Shumei's side.

"Sister Shumei, haven't you calmed down yet?" Lin Nianhe reached out and poked her face, "Come here to warm up first, in case you catch a cold, you will be fine."

Wang Shumei was already numb from the pain, she turned her head slowly after hearing this, and looked at Lin Nianhe very complicated: "I really can't figure out why Wang Xixi is so grateful to you."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Doesn't she dislike her for being serious?right?

Wang Shumei grinned at her with an ugly smile: "Ahem, it hurts."

Seeing that she was a wounded person, Lin Nianhe graciously ignored her, helped her to sit by the fire, and gave her a steamed bun.

The three of them sat around the fire, you looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly they all laughed.

They are really unlucky enough. The first time they went up the mountain, the heavy rain blocked their way home. It is estimated that there will be no more miserable people than them.

"Hey, tell me, if they find out we're not here, will they come up the mountain to look for it? What if they go astray? They won't fall, right?"

Wen Lan gnawed on the steamed buns while warming herself by the fire, trying to dry her wet clothes faster.

Lin Nianhe propped his chin, and replied a little listlessly: "Who would go up the mountain in such a heavy rain? To save someone, you have to save your own life first, right?"

Wang Shumei's feet hurt and her back hurts from sitting.She supported her left leg with one hand, and sighed: "If I hadn't troubled you, we should be almost at the educated youth point by now."

She was a little frustrated and covered her face in annoyance.

"That's right, you didn't fall on purpose, and you can still throw you up the mountain." Wen Lan took a small bite of the steamed bun, savoring the sweetness of the white flour, "Hezi, why did you remember to bring dry food? ?”

Lin Nianhe let out a "huh" and turned his head: "I'm afraid of being hungry."

Wang Shumei was also a little puzzled: "Then why did you bring medicinal wine?"

Lin Nianhe: "It's the first time I go up the mountain, what if I fall down?"

Wang Shumei thought about it and accepted Lin Nianhe's explanation.

If Wen Lan hadn't said it was unnecessary, she would have wanted to bring some dry food.

The fire burned the wood, making a crackling sound.The wind and rain outside became stronger, and occasionally the wind swept into the cave, causing the flames to flutter.

The dark clouds rolled over and the sky was gloomy, making people breathless.

After Wang Shumei finished eating the steamed buns, she moved her ankle tentatively, but the sharp pain was no longer there.

"Nianhe, your medicine really works, where did you buy it?"

"Well...brought from home..."

Hearing Lin Nianhe's weak voice, Wang Shumei immediately turned to look at her.

Lin Nianhe huddled into a ball, with his head tilted and pillowed on his knees.

Against the backdrop of the fire, her face was extremely red, her big eyes, which were always active, were slightly closed at this moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her brows were also slightly frowned.

Wang Shumei felt bad, so she quickly moved over with some effort, and reached out to touch Lin Nianhe's forehead, her palm was hot.

"Xiao Lan, Nianhe has a fever!"

(End of this chapter)